Miss Witch, even if we're poor, we can't sell ourselves!

As the subway winds its way through the city's underground tunnels, the lights of the GG brand logo outside the window cast colorful afterimages.

Miya leaned against the door railing, the light from her phone screen reflecting on her face, the smile on her lips never fading since the beginning.

I had lunch with San Yuexia.

The hospital cafeteria's menu was very bland, but March Summer was in better spirits than usual today. She ate a few more mouthfuls of rice and talked about several funny things that had happened in the ward before.

Miya sat on the chair by the hospital bed, carefully arranging the food she had gotten from the cafeteria, one spoonful at a time, as Sanyuexia spoke in her soft voice about how the nurse had been chased all over the floor by a stray cat that had wandered into the pharmacy.

When San Yue Xia laughs, she covers her mouth with her fingers, her laughter light and airy, as if afraid of disturbing others, but her eyes curve into two shallow crescent moons. Mi Ye thinks this little gesture is really super cute.

After finishing her meal, March Summer leaned against the headboard to rest, then turned her head very seriously.

Will you come again in the future?

Miya placed her hand on the back of Sanyuexia's hand and said she would come every week, she would definitely come.

March Summer didn't answer immediately, but simply turned her hand over, letting Miya's fingers fall into her palm and gently squeeze them.

Even now, the feeling of that handshake still lingers on my fingertips—cool and comforting.

Miya chuckled to herself at her phone screen, then quickly shook her head to bring her attention back.

She opened MikuFans, searched for "Official Account of Starfall," and was stunned when she clicked in. The number of fans had already exceeded ten million. This was before the first test, and the official account already had ten million fans. The hype had really been pushed to the sky.

Miye clicked on the pinned event announcement.

【A Thousand Stars Encounter: Limited-Time First Test Project】

Below is a clear and complete list of rules. Mi Ye read it line by line, her eyes growing brighter with each reading.

[1. All players must wear the official mask at all times after entering the game. The mask cannot be removed or adjusted by the player. The mask style is randomly assigned.]

2. The game system replicates all ability values ​​from the real world on a one-to-one basis.

3. Each player opens an independent live stream room, kills monsters lurking throughout the city to earn points, and these points are used to purchase live stream views. The higher the views, the higher the recommended position. Live stream gifts are converted into popularity points.

4. Players can engage in battles against each other; defeating other players will allow you to seize a portion of their current points.

Holy crap, there's a PVP mode? Seriously?

Miya's mind immediately started working.

Wearing a mask throughout means that no one knows who she is. Mi Ye could be the champion of the martial arts competition or a sweet potato vendor on the roadside. With the mask on, it all depends on her ability, since players can fight each other to earn points.

She put the two ideas together and thought about them, and then an idea lit up in her mind like a triggered magic circle.

Miya was initially worried that with her and Little Ghost being amateurs, their fan base was already established, so how could their fan growth rate possibly compare to that of a big idol like Maya, who had hundreds of thousands of fans?

Some people can gain hundreds of thousands of followers with just a preview live stream, while her and Little Ghost's combined followers are not even a fraction of theirs.

But wearing a mask completely changed the game.

Popularity is important, but points are the real currency that determines the amount of exposure.

How are points earned?

You can get it by defeating monsters, but you can steal it from others even faster.

For Miya now, defeating witches of C rank or below is basically a choice: use tentacles to bind her or use the Empty Lice to dissolve her clothes.

In the last martial arts competition, only Corona Borealis among all the freshmen could fight her to a standstill. And a freshman of Corona Borealis's caliber is probably one in a year at most in the entire Bellavita.

Besides, since they're already that good, why would anyone bother becoming a virtual YouTuber? Being a virtual YouTuber is exhausting and stressful; you have to sing, dance, and maintain your fans, and in the end, there's no guarantee anyone will watch.

The real powerhouses are all aiming for S-rank in the Witch Association and making big money. Who's going to play this childish game with them?

In conclusion, it can be said that there is essentially no top-tier talent among the streamers participating in this event.

Mi Ye became more and more excited as she thought about it. The little ghost was responsible for singing honestly, attracting the audience with his singing and accumulating natural popularity, while she could wear a mask and frantically ambush other players, grabbing points to exchange for exposure, and using other people's live streams to drive traffic to her own live stream.

Moreover, the surprise attack itself is part of the live stream content; isn't that the kind of unexpected development that viewers love to see most?

Imagine this: a super cute idol is sweetly telling fans in a live stream, "Let's cheer each other on today!" The next second, a giant tentacle reaches in from the corner of the screen and sweeps them away. No wonder the chat explodes.

Thinking of this, she finally couldn't help herself and covered her mouth, silently shaking her shoulders several times on the subway seat.

A little witch sitting opposite her, who was reading a newspaper, peeked out from the edge of the newspaper and glanced at her.

Miya immediately sat up straight, turned off her phone screen, and looked serious.

After the witch looked away and continued reading the newspaper, she unlocked her phone again, opened WW, and sent a message to the little ghost.

Have you read the event rules?

The other party replied almost instantly.

[I've looked at it! It seems so complicated!]

You don't need to worry about any of that. You just need to do one thing: sing.

And what about you?

I'm in charge of the points system; I have a way.

What method can be used?

[It's a secret; you'll find out when you enter the game tomorrow, trust me.]

After a while, Little Ghost sent over a cat-like emoji that was giving a thumbs-up.

Miya smiled at the meme, then switched back to MikuFans to do her homework.

She searched for the official account of Mayoshita that she had heard about last night. The total number of followers was about two million. Among them, Miaomu had more than 700,000, Fengxiang had the most, approaching one million, and Muzimi had relatively fewer but still more than 500,000.

If the popularity ranking for the first test is based on the number of fans, they will most likely be ranked among the top few.

However, having many fans has a hidden weakness: more fans means more attention, more attention means more popularity in the live stream, and more popularity means that their location will be prioritized for exposure to all players by the system.

Exposing one's location is tantamount to exposing oneself to Miya.

Miya scrolled through Maya's homepage from beginning to end, focusing on memorizing the physical characteristics of the three people.

Although everyone wears a mask in the game, body shape, height, and fighting style are not so easy to hide. Even Miya could be recognized, after all, her height and tentacles are too conspicuous. However, she has a solid alibi!

Who would have thought that a struggling college student from Tsuki no Mori, who works from 8 am to 10 pm, would take time out of his busy schedule to participate in this event?

She searched for a few more popular virtual YouTubers, roughly memorized their information, then turned off her phone and put it in her pocket.

As the subway arrived at the station, a female voice announced the arrival of Tsukimori Station over the loudspeaker.

Miya stood up and walked to the car door. Her face was reflected in the car window, and under the cat-ear hat, she had an uncontrollable smile on her face.

She quickly rubbed her face to regain her composure before stepping out of the car.